Eye's as pretty as Arabian Pearl's.
Eye's as shiny as Ghana's gold.
Skin as delicate as rose petals.
Skin smoother than Russia's steel.
Hair lengthier than China's thread.
Hair as soft as Indian silk.
Voice so glorious as angels rising.
Voice sweeter than Ethiopian honey.
Hand's mightier than Rome.
Hand's sharper than Zeus's spear.
Legs temping as Billion Dollar's mine.
Leg's as gracious as Neptune's Chariots.
Mind as cunning as a Fox.
Mind as wicked as a phyton.
Heart whiter than snow.
Heart purer than a Dove's.
I smell love in sea's.
I smell love in the mountains.
My heart races like a cheetah.
My mind craves it like a hunter.
So I await your entry into my heart.
So I await your entry into my house.
Thus, She truly is as "The Queen Bee".
fleeting butterfly
fly away son be autumns
sway flower breath breath
~
waving quietly
sweet scenting quite so temping
aromatic plants
9/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Caressing touches are so luscious
That emotions so crush us.
Temping smells are so attractive
Causing desires so reactive.
Soothing voices are so alluring
Creating thoughts so enduring.
Our feelings are so addictive
Our behavior so predictive.
You temping muse, wrapped in that shaky sky.
Alluring sapphire hue, a breathless shade
It shows a dusk-toned liminal doorway.
You temping muse, wrapped in that shaky sky.
By dawn, a soft wheeze clad in mute display.
Hold my spirit and thoughts where all invade.
You temping muse, wrapped in that shaky sky.
Alluring sapphire hue, a breathless shade
Written: February 24, 2023
I laid in bed
Curled up under the blanket
Feets that had become warm
A cold draft in the room
Didn't sleep; couldn't sleep
Halfway between summer and winter
Nights that had become darker
Nights that would become darker
The room was dark
I knew my way; around this room
Tempting to get up
Temping to stay; under the blanket
Would be nice to fall asleep
I laid in bed
Knew how it started
When I went to bed
Knew how it would end
Eventually I would get up
Quite like a poem
Had the start; and the end
The rest
Just laying there
Waiting
Under cover
Translucent is your heart baring the truth
Creating a bright illuminating light
Others may fear the truth you have within
Ascending from above covering my sins
Words written on parchment with your blood
So all may see you died for me
Men creating confusion through their words
Trying to cover over your blood with black ink
Yet, your light still shines giving us sight
I am here today but I will be with you tomorrow
Gazing upon the stars looking beyond mans thought’s
For the heavens have brought me the truth
The instructions you have left behind are a clear message
But man has tried placing a shadow upon them
Through their creations by temping us with their words
False teaching and glittering toy’s all will be left behind,
The day I leave.
The vacant house in the woods
Rumored to be haunted and cursed
Many try to find it to rob its goods
A house thought to have an evil thirst
Two teenage boys disappeared years ago
Lost in the woods near the dilapidated place
They left one late night so no one would know
Searches found nothing but reports of a ghostly face
No one has been able to find the house since
There was a forest fire after the boys were gone
People searched for remnants not convinced
Rumored it was recently seen lit up before dawn
The locals tell you to stay away from those woods
They believe an evil force lurks there and awaits
No one has lived to tell or show any of the goods
For those who want to pursue it are temping their fates
6/20/2020
Contest: Abandoned
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Sleep
Sleep wonders like a hateful friend
Temping
Yet elusive
teasing the morning sun with her temping flare
Yet sudden
like a heart break
You fall
You fall
You fall so hard you don’t realize your falling
But falling is the best part?
So you enjoy the ride ?
Or you anticipate the fall
Anticipating becomes your anxiety
And the fall become crutch.
Malicious heathenistic vapors unknown
Surround me with a temping glow
Within my soul my desires ring an eerie tone
Raging chills they crawl my spine
A freezing hand it haunts my mind
Tonight on my flesh something will dine
Deep inside I fear this horrid place
In my tormented thoughts, I know I'm not safe
Soon I'll be devoured, every single trace
M. Lyn Church
February 18, 2013
A delicate madness ensues
Inside of a silent slumber
Beginning with violent never-ending roads
That are plagued with purple moods
The mischievous colors draw me in-Temping
Naming and pulling, stripping away all dignity
My flesh is weak and sucked completely away
My heart and lungs pound heavily
It gives me here what's not possible there
I Lust-for the invitation is just to much to bare
And just as my fingers are with in an inch of having what I desire
My eyes open-The light darkens quickly with in me
A delicate madness ensues
Lyn Church
Having read that beautiful in stirring quote amid
A Parade newspaper's section dated as Christmas Eve
Nineteen ninety-five: An early bird's morning gift....
Double time she always seems these spirits; dangling atop
Wires running wild taunting while temping perhaps, they have something
Attributing he'd like to say ? Possibly a tad bit more need towards attention ?
Similar that their waning rock star or palms prints in cement shouting, don't you know
Who I am not really although but, if one would venture to take a guess we'd have to say, Artemis.
A friend of mine, asked me to sculpt a 40'' high mermaid,
for her home. When she sent me a description of what
She should look like, I first wrote this.
To the lady of the Sea
I come at night to hear her sing
There is nothing I can hide
She seems to know most everything
Can she see into my soul
And feel the feelings dwelling there
When she takes me by my hand
And I touch her sparkling hair
With lips so soft and wet
And eyes of sea foam green
Is she love from high above
Or a temping evil fiend
She leads me from a rocky shoal
As we slip beneath the waves
It'st true, that I will never know
I gave life, to be her slave.
There, my young man in summer sleeps,
The pale moon, aloft, a watch she keeps.
Envious green, with frustration weeps,
As my young man in the garden sleeps.
That she would wish his beauty hers,
Her every watchful night rehearsed.
Through velvet sky she gently purrs,
Temping vain to make his hand hers.
There my young man in summer sleeps.
Dreaming as my heart he always keeps.
Until sunrise Eastwards, joyous leaps.
Then moon, embittered, falls and sleeps.
gazing in your eyes
I run my hands through your hair
temping to kiss you
but i do not dare
such beauty
that i can not help but stare
you are my girl
my Juliet
my Cinderella
I"ll be your Edward and you be my Bella
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